Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Crime,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.